First. Does anyone notice the news about cloning technology and feel like it's not telling everything? They predict that they may one day produce a complete human being. Does anyone think this has already been done? Yes. Say no to plagiarism. Get a tailor-made essay on "Why Violent Video Games Shouldn't Be Banned"? Get an original essay That's why today I'm going to act like Daniell Kelly, I'm his clone. So what am I doing "here" of all places, I happen to hear that you are holding a retrial of my dear brother Ned, and I have been asked to contribute, so I will defend him just as Ned did for me in his day . Nowadays it is believed that a man can be rehabilitated. Oh but what is this that I hear my good brother labeling... "a hereditary criminal" here insults me too, "a vicious murderer" of whom I will speak soon and "a man incapable of civilized behavior, who.... Not I know about you, but saving a boy from drowning is a civil act. Even the victims of your actions can be considered civil. Almost everyone who robbed him considered him a very polite person. People with their accusations obviously neglect to mention all the. efforts that Ned put into our property as well as his labor jobs and horse breeding Ned was truly a good man, the best I have ever known, he just had a way of letting his circumstances get the better of him. of him. Ned's "crimes" got really serious in Stringy Bark Creek when the traps decided that our lives weren't worth living. Most people would use what happened there to stem Ned. They just don't understand. I suppose I should help with that part now. What happened was… hell, it wasn't planned, that's for sure. I was working on Bullock Creek, which is not very far from Stringy Bark Creek. This is where the wild Wright came and told us about the undertakers and the dreaded Spencer. Some time later Ned found some suspicious looking tracks which he thought belonged to the police. Innocent or guilty doesn't matter, when you're a wanted man you don't ignore things like that, so Ned and I followed them and came across their camp. Seeing those traps armed to the teeth sent shivers down my stomach. It sealed our fate, with all our firepower we were dead men. Dead man or not, Ned wasn't the type to lie down and die. He thought that with those weapons we would have a chance of withstanding whatever was thrown at us. So that was what decided that we were going to attack the camp, not greed or hate, but hope. The two sentry men were Constables Lonigan and McIntyre who we mistook for Constable Flood and Strachan. Strachen of course was the self-proclaimed man who would put Ned down like a dog without even crying. Of course, this man who was actually Lonigan was no reason to jump for joy either; he was not a man to turn his back on. However, when we told these men to "save themselves" they were not of the same opinion. McIntyre complied, while Lonigan thought he would rather shoot us down and died in the process from one of Ned's newly acquired bullets. I admit that we came to... seize their goods, but Lonigan shot first, so my brother was forced to respond. I guess he should have tried to get his arm, but I don't think he thought he was going to get shot and all that. Things calmed down a bit after that for a while, but Agents Kennedy and Scanlon felt they needed to stir the anthill. backup. Up until then Ned had felt quite guilty about killing Lonigan. I told him he's the only one..